so, there is a death plague going through my house, my work, hail, my very life. i, for the most part, do not have it.

i knock on all wood. every spirit within the wood hide me from caprisiousness, and guard me from the hubris of my words. like the bark of a tree that you may once have been, surround me and protect me from these errant words of health.

so, to everyone, feel better!

All images, ideas, characters, yes,
even the AIR YOU BREATHE ON THIS SITE,